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BOOK 1
Chapter 5
����� Constance
was waiting right outside the door.� �I
was hoping that you would put the blindfold back on, but I knew you
wouldn�t.�� She handed her a drink to
Traci that she accepted with her bound hands.�
Constance was gorgeous. �There was no librarian look whatsoever.� Her shoulder length black hair shimmered,
because it was so glossy.� Blue-gray eyes
sparkled as a smile covered her whole face.�
She had beautiful white teeth.�
She reminded Traci of Liv Tyler.�
She was also wrong about the clothes.�
There was no dominatrix look about her.�
Her full breasts were contained in what almost looked like a halter top,
but it was much more elegant than that.�
It was a white, leather sleeveless top with a stand up collar and
matching black bow tie.� The pattern and
buttons down the front gave it the look of a tuxedo shirt.� She had a bare slim midriff with a black
leather skirt that went almost to her knees.�
Even in the matching stiletto heels that she wore, she couldn�t have
been much taller than five feet three inches.�
Traci towered over Constance in her high heeled
boots.� She was five foot five to begin
with.� It the heels, she was close to five ten.�
Traci stood there speechless, both figuratively and physically.� Constance giggled and
took a drink from her own glass.� Traci
continued to stare at her.� She had
thought that Constance was about forty years old.� She wasn�t sure how old she was, but she
looked about twenty-one.�
���� Traci pointed a
finger towards her gag, but then realizing that she was holding a drink, tapped
the rim of the glass against the gag�s front panel.� �I suppose you�re right.� Turn around� Constance
told her.� She set down her drink and
unlocked the gag with a ring of keys she had fished from her pocket.� Putting her hands on Traci�s shoulders, she
spun her around and reached up and took hold of the straps of the gag.� �Open wide.��
Traci did, and Constance pulled the sodden pear
out of her mouth.� Once again she quickly
used a handkerchief to mop up the drool. �Traci exercised her jaws and silently
celebrated being able to move her tongue again.�
Grabbing her leash, Constance pulled her forward
and met her lips with hers.� The kiss was
long and Traci felt a tongue force its way into her mouth.� �Mmmm� Constance said
as they broke the kiss.� �You taste like
leather and rum.�� Traci blushed and took
a sip out of her drink.� �You�re nothing
like I thought you�d be� Traci told her.�
�I know� replied Constance confidently.� �That�s the beauty of a blindfold.� It�s also a big part of control.�� �What do you mean?� asked Traci.� �When you are tied or restrained in some way,
you can almost always move a little.�
When you are gagged, no mater how tightly, you can always make some
noise, but when you are blindfolded properly, you can see absolutely nothing.�
���� ��Do you want me to get it?� Traci asked.� �As a matter of fact I do.�� Traci set her drink on the bar and retrieved
the blindfold.� Constance
reached out and took it.� �Can I have it
off, just for a little while? �I�ve only
been able to see for a couple of minutes in the last seven hours.�� Traci looked around the den.� The furnishings were cozy and looked quite
expensive.� Constance
pondered Traci�s request while she picked up a black leather bolero jacket off
of the back of the couch.� She put it
on.� It made the outfit.� �I�ll tell you what.� The surprise is already spoiled, so it really
doesn�t matter except for the fact that my instructions say that you are
supposed to be blindfolded or hooded until Mr. Proctor returns.� You�re not supposed to see the house until he
shows it to you.� I�ll put it back on
you, but it will only be for a few minute.�
If Mr. Proctor asks, you were sightless the entire time; otherwise I�ll
get in a lot of trouble.� Do we have a
deal?�� �You�ve got a deal.� Traci gave
her the blindfold, and she put it back on her.�
�How about you cut these off also?� Traci asked hopefully, holding out
her bound wrists.� �How about you be
thankful that I don�t secure your hands behind you like I�m supposed to.�� �Consider me thankful� Traci told her.� Constance picked up
Traci�s leash, and led her out of the room.�
The walked down a set of long hallways.�
Constance stopped them, put a finger to Traci�s
lips, and whispered in her ear.� �Be
quiet until we get to my room.�� Traci
could hear a television playing nearby.�
�Who�s?� Traci started, but Constance quickly
covered her mouth.� She led her a few
more steps, opened a door, and pushed her through.�
���� After she had
closed the door, she took her hand away from Traci�s mouth.� �Sorry� Traci said.� �Who else is here?�� �Her name is Beth.� She�s a maid.�
You�re supposed to be gagged also.�
If she heard you talking, she�d probably turn me in.� We don�t get along very well.�� �What should I do if she comes in?�� �Don�t worry, she won�t leave her room
tonight.�� �Are you sure?�� �Absolutely� Constance
replied as she undid Traci�s blindfold.� �Is
this your room?� Traci asked.� �Yep, what
do you think?�� Traci looked around.� It was a huge room.� Half of it was set up as a bedroom, and the
other part as a relaxation area.� The bed
section had a huge wooden, four poster bed, a couple of dressers, a make up
table with chair, and a nightstand on either side of the bed�s headboard.� The other area had a loveseat, a recliner, a
small coffee table, and an entertainment center.� Off to the side was a desk with a computer
and a printer on it.� There were two
doors besides the one they had entered through, one of which opened into a
bathroom and dressing area.� The other one
was closed.� �It�s really nice.�� Constance went into
the dressing area, and returned with two beers.�
She twisted the cap off of one, and handed it to Traci.� She took it and gave it a long pull.� �Somehow I didn�t take you as a beer drinker�
Traci told her.�
���� Constance
opened a drawer in one nightstand, and pulled out a pair of blunt nosed
scissors.� �Come here and put out your
hands.�� She cut off the plastic bonds.� �I have a confession to make.�� She took Traci by the hand, and led her to
the other closed door.� She opened it to
reveal a huge walk-in closet packed with clothes.� She pointed to a rack on one side of the
closet.� �See those?� Those are mine.�� Hanging on the rack were many maids uniforms.� Some were light blue, some pink, some gray.� A few of them were black.� All were trimmed along the edges with frilly,
white lace trim, and had matching white aprons.�
�I�m a maid also, but I didn�t lie to you.� I�m also Mr. Proctor�s assistant when it
comes to running the household.� I do all
of the ordering, bookkeeping, and handle his private affairs, like leasing you
for the weekend.� I�m Constance
when I deal with the upper crust.� The
rest of the time, I�m just Connie the maid.��
Constance looked embarrassed, looked at the
floor, and then took a drink from her bottle.�
�I shouldn�t have given you the wrong impression� she added.� �Consider yourself forgiven.� What does it matter anyway?� Traci said.� Constance stepped up
to her, put her arms around her, and gave her another long, sensuous kiss.� �Just remember, you�re still my bondage slave
for the night� she said with a wink.� �I
forgot to tell you because when I had the thought, I was gagged, but I love
your outfit.� Where did you get all of
these?�� Traci stared in awe at all of
the many clothes in the large closet.� �Mr.
Proctor is very generous.� I may be a
maid, but I�m probably the best paid maid in Rhode Island.� O shit!��
She covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes went wide.� �I�m not supposed to let you know where
you�re at.�� �I�ve already forgotten it�
replied Traci.
���� �How old are
you?�� �I�m twenty-four.� I�ve worked here for almost three
years.�� �I know that I shouldn�t ask,
but how much do you make?�� �I make two
hundred grand a year.� Since I have no
rent to pay, I barely spend any of it.��
�Two hundred thousand dollars!� Traci echoed in disbelief.� �How often do you have to sleep with
him?�� �Never� replied Connie, �But I do
have other ways that I have to earn my pay.��
�Such as?� Traci inquired.� �Things
like you.� �That doesn�t sound too bad.�
You book him girls through Triple F and you make a ton of money.�� �You misunderstand what I mean� she said
tracing a finger nail over Traci�s nipple.�
It immediately sprang to attention.�
�I do exactly what you�re doing right now.�� �You mean that he ties you up?� Traci said
with a surprised expression on her face.��
�Yes, but only once in a while.�
He calls it punishing me.� It�s
usually for something I�ve actually done, but sometimes it�s for some perceived
indiscretion.�� �Why am I here then?�
asked Traci.� �Variety is the spice of
life, and you dear, are the variety.��
�Did you know this when you came to work for him?�� �Of course.�
It�s no big deal.� Like I said
before, he doesn�t have sex with me, but sometimes he gets me off with
toys.� The bad part is that I�m not
allowed to leave the grounds.� It�s in my
contract.� It�s really not that bad.� There�s everything I need here and the
grounds are huge.� The only thing lacking
is my sex life.� That�s why we need to
get that chastity belt off of you.�
Here�s my plan.�� Constance
told her what she had in mind.� Traci
couldn�t believe it.�
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